Summer Fun

Esme just started first grade, and her homework assignment was to fill out a form with little squares and sentence starters so she could tell her teacher and her class a little more about herself. Things like “When I grow up…”, and “My favorite book is…”, etc. One of the squares started “I wish…” and she’d already filled it with something that looked like: “mom youwar.” So I asked her what it said. And she said, “that you were my mom.”

Tegan and I were in the backyard. I was weeding, he was playing with the dogs. From across the lawn he says, “HEY MOM, WHAT’S THIS?” and holds up something brown. Like any good mom, I said, “IT BETTER NOT BE POOP!”